The sun rose on a morning frost.
Valley Dommiers not see the sun for a few hours.
Shreds of mist cling, powered smoke stacks or a few herbs that are burned.
The moon, she is getting ready for bed after a night out. A dove coos
on my roof. The sound
matins at the church.
A plane passes in silence.
Near our walnut crazy "(it has its first leaves in July and fruits in October!) actually saw a red squirrel. Of course it benefits
its proximity to walnut for amassing huge stores of nuts, which explains its shape.
This morning, thanks to my new camera telephoto lens I was able to grasp the ungraspable.
I discovered the taste of e WRITING after 60 years. However the drawing and painting is a pleasure going back to my childhood. I painted
my first oil paintings when I was 17. Copies of Van Gogh: The Wheat Field in Provence that I painted 2 times, the boats on the beaches of Aigues, etc. ...
Painting has become a kind of gluttony. I happen to love even the smell of turpentine, which I associate automatically to painting.
The establishment of a painting is rewarding because it requires little work but careful when the "paste" begins to cover the whole fabric feel & # 224; from that time almost a pleasure sensual caress objects, layering or juxtaposing colors depending on what my instinct tells me. (No "method" is not long and soon I just got carried away by brush)
Here's a little slideshow of my latest works. Two are original: the one I named in my head "the mistress of illusions" (A witch-Eve and hindered Pegasus) and the houses of the Valley Dommiers I see in my garden. The others are copies, one of a postcard, two other well-known Van Gogh (the famous church of Auvers sur Oise). I voluntarily "zoomed" into tables so that we see the multitudes of colored spots that form an array. When you look at all we do not see this work. Experience in a museum: people from approaching the tables. Now, look closely at a painting by Van Gogh or Monet, you'll be amazed that Labour will then appear!
With this unusual warm daisies are back on the lawn!
And of course, inside there are beautiful orchids bloom again.
Sahara, Gobi, Atacama, Huacachina, Death Valley, Namibia, these names resonate with our ears and our mind wanders to those vast regions desert.
We kept inside us atavistic curiosity of the time when humanity is in its infancy launched to die ; covered lands unknown, since the African Rift Valley to the steppes of Mongolia.
Saint-Exupery said:
I always loved the desert. It sits on a sand dune. We see nothing. We hear nothing. And yet something shines in silence.
Recently my little son William, undertook an extensive tour of South America. I borrowed a few images of Peruvian deserts I supplemented by others from the Web and gives you that little slide illustrated music by Pergolesi Stabat Mater.
The site of Deezer online music, with its success, just to make profound changes in their site leads me & # 224; abandon. Indeed, it is possible to put a blog on the list of his favorite music (Its playlist). Listening to force you can no longer control the player and you are directed to their site (hello the pub!).
So I turn to radioblog.
Maeve is my little girl (Clara but there is also that early it does not even movies). So she borrowed me my camera and returned one hour after she moved in front of my computer to assemble the following:
Driven by the same desire to write we met and have decided to & # 233; write every month about a new theme that defines each in turn. To compile these works we have created a blog:
http://marquepages.soissons.free.fr/
The origin and training of 4 "writers" ; are very different and it is not surprising found that diversity in our writings.
The latest edition has taken the theme of a picture showing travelers on the train platform of Soissons.
You will find these 4 new to the table in the home page.
The previous edition showed a street in Soissons: Street gravel:
http://marquepages.soissons.free.fr/index.php/la- street-of-gravel-soissons /
